First Few Weeks.

We had a car, but none of us had a license so tough luck. It was time to learn how to take the bus. I am extremely bad at directions and didn't have a clue of how vast Western Australia was. I kept expecting to see the sea around the corner just like we do in Maldives.

Lucky for me, the bus stops near the apartment I lived so taking the bus wasn't so difficult but on my way back I remember I used to be so scared that if I don't ring the bell for the bus to stop at the right time, I wouldn't be able to get off the bus at the right stop.

It took me a while to get used to the bus routes and the people who gets on and off the bus at every single stop. Sometimes, it gets scary when drunk/stoned people come on the bus. The trick is to get off at the next nearest stop and wait for the next bus and hope that this one is better than the previous one.

I figured that as long as I remember the bus numbers that would take me to Uni and back home I will be alright. I never let my guard down even for a moment and kept on making friends with people and observing and absorbing everything that goes around me.